He looks down and notices the phone cord has been cut. He drops the phone, and turns around. A CREAK is heard from upstairs. Jerry looks up the stairs, sees nothing. He looks next to the phone, eyes his car keys. He grabs them. He quickly scurries to his car, and gets in. He slams the door, and starts to frantically stick the keys into the ignition. He succeeds, a ROAR of the engine is heard. He adjusts his mirror, to reveal a scarred-faced man, BILL, his blue eyes sharp as daggers. He smirks.

THREE WEEKS EARLIER. We hear the sound of someone throwing up. We are in a bathroom. JAMES, stumbles out of a stall. James, a young, low-confidence, portly, nervous man, isn't sure what he wants in life. He uses the sink, splashes water on his face. As he looks into the mirror, he fixes his hair.

James walks up to a SECRETARY's desk. Curly hair, gives off an un-enthusiastic vibe. Often sits there waiting for her lunch break. He stands there awkwardly, his fist clenched. Secretary looks up, waiting for him to speak. He doesn't.

Jerry stumbles to the door, smiles back at the Secretary, and goes into the office. At the other side of the room sits JERRY. This is the same man who was killed at the beginning. In his 40's, he is quick-witted and always looking for a way out of doing the maximum amount of work. James stands at the door.

Oh, good. I'm tellin' ya, everyone I know is coming down with some damn cold, and soon enough I'm gonna catch it and be subject to staying home and hearing the constant ramblings (PHONE rings) of a crazy psycho bi---

Taxi pulls up in front of him. James, looking astonished, opens door and gets in backseat. In the driver seat is HAMEEN, a middle-eastern man who has great intelligence and passion, despite the fact he hates his job. British accent. He looks in his review mirror as James climbs in.